Brianna Havelock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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By the death on July 8 of Henry Havelock Ellis, both science and literature have sustained a heavy loss. Havelock Ellis was born at Croydon.

No lie, I'm a pleasure coach here, and living in PHavelock (us) taught me sights unseen. Some may say it’s just another town, but nah, it’s like a soul splash – full of life, love, and messy beauty. I cracked up watchin’ local poets debate on “the moment when time stops” and all that cosmic mumbo jumbo – it’s both deep and straight-up hilarious!

Havelock senior named Military Child of the Year